— Coloring Life with Love, Lyme, & Laughter —
It is their first mother-less Mother’s Day. No one verbalizes it, but each of us is thinking it. It feels wrong. Unnatural. A ten-year-old and a five-year-old should not be facing this. They look like two normal little girls, swimming with their friends on just another ordinary afternoon. Their blue eyes do not indicate sorrow.... Continue Reading →
Love lives on forever, even after the body has been returned to the ground and the angels are rejoicing in heaven. Sometimes the love left behind gives us strength. Sometimes it looks like two twin boys who march forward, not knowing yet the depth of their loss. Sometimes it looks like a little girl growing... Continue Reading →
It was the perfect start to our marriage, encompassing all that was important to us. Family. Friends. Camping. Dancing. Music. Campfires. Lace-covered hay bales and a rustic arbor. Mason jars of wildflowers, bouquets handpicked that morning by the little ones. Burlap bows. Flip-flops. We wrote our own vows, included our five children, and were married... Continue Reading →
It is their first mother-less Mother’s Day. No one verbalizes it, but each of us is thinking it. It feels wrong. Unnatural. A ten-year-old and a five-year-old should not be facing this. They look like two normal little girls, swimming with their friends on just another ordinary afternoon. Their blue eyes do not indicate sorrow.... Continue Reading →
A Broken Crayon 